Shokushu High School

PLANETFALL

The clear night sky crackled and thundered high above the planetary surface, as though from an impending storm. Atmosphere ruptured and suddenly something was there, appearing from nowhere to silently eclipse a section of the diamond stars. Sleek, needle-nosed silhouette; unmistakable outline of an Artemis-class starcruiser. On board the craft its pilot, Commander Jenna Corwin relaxed. Despite a thousand such jumps there was still something unnatural, something fundamentally wrong about leaving one star's orbit and appearing, seconds later, orbiting a planet hundreds of light years away. She looked back into the body of the ship.

'Clear from jump-stations', a mechanised voice sounded and bells rang throughout the ship. Senior Centurion Miranda Bradley and a Cohort of Legionaries lay stretched on their jump-couches, stirring now, unfastening Velcro webbing, sitting up, preparing. Elite members of Aphrodite's Legion didn't lie around when there was work to be done. Not when a Senior Centurion was looking over their shoulders. Certainly not when that Centurion was Miranda Bradley, personal friend and confidante of Supreme SpaceAmazon Aphrodite McPherson, founder of the Legion and commander of ten thousand of the best female mercenaries in the history of warfare. Bradley was first to her feet. Tensing her legs, getting a feel for the new planet's gravity. Near enough earth-standard, she thought with satisfaction. At 36, she was by far the oldest on the ship, veteran of a hundred battles on a score of planets. Her long, lean body could have belonged to someone 10 years her junior and her experience could have earned her any rank, any position within the Legion. But she was where she wanted to be, with the troops, leading from the front.

Of course, it was unusual for a Centurion of her seniority to command a Cohort, even one made of elite troops such as these. But this mission was also unusual. A previously unknown planet in a sector of space thought deserted. Neutrino emissions leaking into space suggested a developed society. Possibly a lost colony cut off during the Secession Wars. Aliens? Not very likely. In 500 years of space travel, the only aliens anyone had ever seen were still on the Tri-V space operas. In any case their current mission, funded by Sector Government, was to investigate and, if it were a lost colony, to persuade them back into the human fold - by one means or another.

As always, caution was called for. The job required someone of her experience so here she was, one more time. Outrider to the main battle fleet, recon specialist, along with ten picked Amazons. She could have commanded a Tri-Century, but for a job such as this a smaller unit was easier to manage. And against an entire planet, even a Tri-Century would be no more use than a toy pistol.

Rather more use than that, she thought with a grim smile. Less than a full Tri-Century of the Legion had held off an entire Spartan battlegroup on Cygnus V. Had held a vital position for more than 20 days, low on food and ammunition, tenaciously waiting for the relief-group to fight it's way through. They had stopped the Spartan advance cold and probably saved the lives of tens of thousands of civilians in cities that would have been defenceless had their position fallen. Six Legionaries had come alive out of the ruins, filthy and exhausted, bleeding from a dozen wounds but marching proudly, with bullet-torn battle-standard held high. At their head was Miranda Bradley,

That standard now held a special place at Legion headquarters on Penthesilea, already a part of the Legion's mystique; challenging each new recruit - are YOU woman enough to serve alongside legends such as these? And Miranda Bradley was back in the firing line again. A new world, a new mission and new comrades.

PLANET

While the Legionaries prepared equipment, Bradley and Corwin studied photographs taken by the starcruiser's cameras. The star, previously thought to lack any planets was called Tomkins after the astronomer who had discovered it years ago. So the newly-discovered world was designated Tomkins I. It looked hot as hell down there. Small icecaps apart, the entire surface appeared to be covered by jungle. No obvious signs of civilisation but there had been those emissions.
'Overlay infra-red please' Bradley requested. It was immediately clear. Dense concentrations of heat scattered over the surface. Large towns or settlements either hidden by the vegetation or underground.
She pondered a moment. 'OK, set us down about five klicks from that one. It looks a bit more isolated than the rest.'

'Attention Amazons.' She didn't have to shout. Her voice held authority enough to command instant respect. 'Equipment check.' Ten Amazons lined up smartly before her. Bradley looked down the two rows, silently pleased at what she saw. Handpicked girls, every one an expert in her field, each of them a veteran despite their ages ranging from 19 to 24. She walked slowly down the line, a comment here, a strap adjusted there. Busy with her thoughts.

Berenice Hurley, 20, ivory skin contrasting with her jet black hair, her second in command. Shauna O'Donnell, freckled skin and blazing red hair to match her temper, Roxette Scanlon, blonde and busty, the archetypal bimbo hid a razor-sharp mind that specialised in psy-ops. Next to her was the Cohort's medic, tall and black, Donna Mortlake; then Elspeth Hardwick, blonde patrician features and a penchant for explosive devices.

On to the second row, Jenny Bourne, small, waif-like, just 19 and looking out of place until you studied her eyes. The jokes in training had soon died after she laid a very experienced instructor out cold in less than 10 seconds - unarmed combat. Angkana Prakanong, slim body and doe-like eyes gave away her family origins in Southeast Asia. Constance Rivers, cohort heavy gunner and 24 years old, Lisa-Marie Curzon, impossibly beautiful and very deadly. Finally Susie Laughing Cloud, reputedly still a pure-blooded Cherokee after all those centuries, bronze skin and high cheekbones.

A good group, all had come near the tops of their classes during training. All had been tested under fire. Presumably all too had good reason to sign up, but it was not Legion policy to enquire too closely. Every girl joined the Legion with a clean slate. After that it was up to them. Miranda Bradley looked them over once more, proud, almost maternal. Given a thousand such as these she would have stormed the gates of Hell itself.

JUNGLE

Loathsome, leprous white vegetation surrounded the drop-point. The sickly stench of decay clogged nostrils, seemed to enter the very soul.
'Break out nose filters,' relief from the smell but none for eyes accustomed to the cleaner green of human worlds. 'Form up. Curzon takes the lead, Bourne has point, Rivers - watch the back door.'

Eleven young women headed into the jungle. Bulky helmets hid heads, comm.-links and targeting computers making irregular bulges in the smooth black plasteel. Light yet strong body armour covered tight gee-suits, draped with equipment, making smooth young bodies look heavy and ungainly. They were not clad to appear attractive, they were dressed for business.

Lisa Marie Curzon started off first, the main body thirty yards behind her. Had she wished, she could have been a fashion model. With a face and figure to die for she could have had any man she wanted. But she was determined to be no accessory for a rich mans arm. In the Legion she had to work for recognition and her fiercely independent mind welcomed the challenge. Already the humidity had given a fine sheen of sweat to her delicate black features; already trickles of sweat down her back and in the deep valley between her breasts made her clothing uncomfortable. She steeled her mind to the distraction, eyes wary and alert, sliding effortlessly between puffy cactus-like plants twice her own height. Leaving no trace of their passage the Cohort followed.

Approaching the vicinity of the settlement, a low bird-sound from Miranda called a halt. The Legionaries gathered around her.
'Right, we'll take ten here, then Laughing Cloud will recce the objective. Fall out.'
Canteens appeared as the Amazons squatted to rest. By unspoken consent, not one actually sat on the noisome local vegetation. A nod from Bradley and Susie Laughing Cloud stood upright, hitched her body armour and faded into the jungle. She was proud of her heritage, daughter of a full-blooded Cherokee, descendant of a legendary chief who hunted buffalo and white soldiers with equal skill and ferocity. Her sinuous grace belied a statuesque full-breasted body as she moved towards the approximate area where heat had shown on the infra-reds.

An hour passed and she slid back amongst her companions, seemingly appearing from nowhere. Her nickname, Ghost, was well-earned.
'There sure is something up there,' she reported quietly, 'but it's nothing I recognise as houses. Looks more like some sort of ant hills 'bout 50 feet tall. No signs of life' Perceptible relief merged with puzzlement. Ants were hardly dangerous, but ants with a society capable of creating the type of emissions which had alerted to their presence? At a low-voiced command, the Cohort formed up. They would establish a secure post within view of the settlement and watch for as long as it took. They would probably have to do this at various points on the surface until there was a clear picture of what, if anything, was inhabiting this planet. Half an hour later, they were in position. Vegetation around the settlement seemed subtly different to the rest of the jungle, more like vines than cactus, though still the same gut-wrenching mottled off-white colour. Nevertheless, they had a clear view and settled down to wait.

When the attack came, it came suddenly, entirely without warning. In a split-second the very jungle around them burst into frantic life. Hundreds of the trailing vines whipped to simultaneous activity, lashing about firm bodies, capturing arms; within the space of five seconds rendering entire the Cohort helpless. All but one - Jenny Bourne's reflexes more than made up for her lack of size. Rolling quickly under the questing tendrils, hand reaching to her hip, she came up into a crouch blaster at the ready.

Firing wildly on semi-automatic, not seeking a target; the entire jungle WAS the target! Needle-like slivers whizzed through the air, slicing vines, releasing thick green ichor, tendrils lashing wildly in pain. Sliced partly through the tentacles securing Constance Rivers, allowing her to fight free; grabbing the squad heavy weapon still on the ground beside her.

Booming sounds of displaced air from the pulse cannon joined the whoosh of needles. Vines exploded apart, severed tendrils lay twitching everywhere leaking horrid green goo. Two more girls fought free. Roxy Scanlon, face contorted with fury, rained needle shaped death into writhing tentacles. Donna Mortlake dived across bodies, reaching for the flamer. Got it, just as she was recaptured by a dozen vine-like tendrils, still managed to twist her arms far enough to jet sheets of fire into the mass, tentacles twisting madly, withering in the heat. A hundred of the tentacled creatures died, a thousand, but still they came on mindlessly to their fate.

How do you fight an entire jungle? One by one the guns fell silent, one by one the brave girls were secured and captured. Until at length, all eleven were securely restrained, still twisting, panting loudly, kicking out violently, but effectively helpless. The jungle thinned and for the first time they could clearly see what had been directing those sentient vines. Horror marked every face as they stared unbelievingly at a large number of amorphous masses, featureless but for dozens of sinuous tentacles sprouting at random from the dumpy shapes. And beyond them were the ants, the creatures who inhabited the large mounds they had been watching.

Beings made their dwellings in proportion to their bodies, it was so obvious in retrospect. These particular ants were about eight feet long, rearing up on multiple hind legs to a height of about four feet. Chitinous greenish armour seemed to cover most of their bodies. Large multi-faceted eyes stood out from either side of their heads, black pincered arms held strange devices shaped like tuning forks. These they waved in complex gestures. The Cohort and its fallen equipment were lifted by tentacled blobs, carried towards the settlement.

CIVILISATION

Deep within one of the anthills they were carried, so deep and so far that they realised the entire settlement must be an interconnected structure below ground. At last the party stopped inside a large room. Pincers snipped helmets, body armour and equipment away from helpless bodies, until the entire Cohort was left dressed only in tight-fitting metallic silver gee-suits. The young women were suddenly flung across the room, sprang to their feet snarling, bodies ready for the fight, only to see their captors disappear through the door opening along with all their equipment. Jumping forwards they were thwarted as the portal closed, walls seeming to merge together until no trace of a door remained.

Miranda Bradley was as unsettled as the rest by their capture, and the appearance of their captors. Still, it was her job to maintain order, to remind these girls just who they were.
'Attention Legionaries,' she snapped. 'Form ranks and sound off.' Two lines formed as they had in the safety of the starcruiser scant hours before. 'That's better. You are all soldiers of the Legion - not a gaggle of schoolgirls. Don't forget it again!' Deliberately harsh, deliberately unfair, her words achieved their purpose. Discipline overcame fear and rage. Despite being clothed in little more than form-fitting silver jumpsuits, they were once again trained Legionaries.

'OK. Fall out. Lets take a look at this place.' Featureless dirty white walls and floor, not flat but looking more as though rock had been melted into place, surrounded an irregularly shaped area about 30 feet across. There were no windows and even the door had disappeared completely. Reddish light seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. The only feature was a broad shelf running around much of the room at a height of about 18 inches from the floor. Closer inspection also revealed a small hole let into the floor, about six inches in diameter and presumably meant as a toilet.

Apart from that there was nothing, no way out until someone, some thing, opened the door. Several hours had passed as far as they could tell, when a small section of wall split apart and a couple of large vessels were pushed through before the wall re-formed as seamlessly as before. With no warning none of the Legionaries got closer that three feet before the wall had closed up.

On examination, the vessels appeared to contain a clear liquid, slightly thicker than water. 'Not likely to be poison,' Hurley commented. 'If they wanted to kill us they had enough chances.'
'But they are alien and whatever they drink could still be fatal to us,' Miranda replied. Quickly responding, Berenice Hurley volunteered to try it.
'No, I will.'
'Let me do it,' the rest of the squad chimed in.
'You were first to offer, Hurley, so you get the job,' Bradley decided. Cupping her hands, the raven haired beauty brought some of the liquid to her lips, tasted it cautiously with her tongue.
'Pretty tasteless really. Like nothing.' She drank some more.
'We drink in relay, fifteen minutes apart,' Miranda decided. 'If it's going to have an effect we should see it before it gets to all of us.' And if we don't drink we all die anyway, she kept this thought to herself.

Three hours later, all of the Cohort had drunk with no ill-effects. Though they felt a need for something solid in their stomachs, the clear liquid would obviously sustain them for a time. It would be about midnight ships-time, so sleeping arrangements were made. At least two of the Legionaries would be on guard at any one time, the remainder, feeling slightly more relaxed now there was no immediate danger, would try to recuperate. Sleep didn't come easily to these girls but eventually field training took over. After all, they might be prisoners of war, and they would need to be alert if the chance came to escape. Hardwick and O'Donnell drew the first watch and sat together discussing the days events. With no clear idea of time, they would estimate two hours before waking their relief. Neither was aware of an invisible, odourless gas creeping from vents below the platform. Drowsiness started to overcome them, so they stood and walked around, only delaying the effects of the gas for a few minutes before sliding senseless to the ground.

Angkana Prakanong awakened with a start. She seemed to have been asleep for hours, why hadn't she been awakened for her watch? The slim, coffee-coloured girl sat up and looked around. Everything appeared normal. Sleeping figures were sprawled all about the room. Maybe the sentries dropped off, she thought to herself. Well, no harm done and she wouldn't be telling tales. Searching around, she looked for Donna Mortlake, assigned to be paired up with her for guard duty. Her shrill cry of alarm brought the remaining girls to instant readiness, crouching in defensive stance, eyes searching for danger.

'Donna's gone,' she reported, already embarrassed at the previous shrillness of her voice. Bradley scanned around.
'So has Hardwick,' she realised. O'Donnell looked mortified. She had been standing watch but could remember nothing after the first few minutes. She and Elspeth had got to their feet to avoid dropping off and the next thing she knew was awakening in the middle of the floor.
'Drugs.' Miranda decided as soon as she had the facts. 'Either in that water or more likely in the air. In case none of you noticed, the air should be getting rather stale in here by now but it's as clear as ever. It must be cycling out somehow.' Another search of the room revealed thin vents below the sleeping platform.
'Even so, we'll be careful. Next time one of us drinks, the rest will wait four or five hours to see if anything happens.'

Inside she raged helplessly. They had to sleep and they had to drink. If they didn't they would pass out anyway, if they did they were prey to whatever the aliens wanted to do. And if they blocked the vents, they would just pass out through carbon monoxide poisoning instead. Time passed. A further drink arrived and Constance Rivers was chosen as guinea pig. After what Miranda Bradley gauged as being about six hours she showed no ill-effects and they all drank of the liquid nourishment.

None of them wanted to risk sleeping but in the end it made no difference. Gas crept inescapably through air vents, taller girls lasting a few seconds longer than their shorter comrades but within minutes all were slumped unconscious around the room. Two of the giant ants entered through the re-formed door opening as soon as fresher air had been pumped through the chamber. Using their tuning forks, they directed two of the blobs to extrude tentacles and carry Prakanong and Curzon from the room. The door sealed silently behind them. Slithering down a long corridor, amorphous lumps of protoplasm bore the two helpless girls to their fate.

INTERROGATION

Once again it was Prakanong, the youngest, who regained consciousness first. She was suspended upright between two pillars of what appeared to be the same rock as had been used to form their cell. Extruded sections of the same material circled wrists and ankles, holding her spread-eagled about six inches off the floor. Diagonally opposite and clearly visible, the beautiful form of Lisa Marie Curzon hung limply, every inch of her ravishing body clearly outlined by the close-fitting gee-suit. They seemed to be alone in a room no more than ten feet across and, apart from the pillars, utterly featureless.
'Hey Leez! Hey, Lisa! Wake up, man!' Angkana didn't feel like being alone at a time like this. Slowly the dark-skinned girl shook herself, tossed long curly black hair out of her eyes and looked up to take in the surroundings.
'On consideration, I think I'd rather have stayed unconscious,' she noted dryly. 'Still, at least there's just you and me.'

As if on cue, an opening formed in the wall between them and a half dozen assorted aliens entered the room. It immediately seemed cramped. One of the antlike aliens operated his tuning fork and, much to the girls surprise, a mouth formed in one of the shapeless lumps. The ant chittered and a voice, alien but understandable, issued from the blob.
'Sssoo, you are awake. Gooood. No doubt you waaant to know what is happening?' Astonished, both girls nodded and through the sibilance, understood enough of what followed. The antlike creatures were natives of the planet (hissing sound), while the featureless blobs were either tools or servants. That part didn't translate very well.

It appeared that while human technology had developed along paths intended to control their environment by the use of machines, the (an unintelligible screech apparently the name for their race) had followed another route, developing ways to control their environment by the manipulation of protoplasm, growing it and training it to carry out simple tasks. The girls sickened as they realised all that had been killed in the jungle had been the equivalent of semi-sentient tools. Their true enemies had stayed well out of reach until it was safe.

'Until we sssensed your arrival, wwweee had no idea other sssentient racesss existed. It appppears you have found a way to mooove among the ssstarss. Weee want that knowledge.'
'Well you won't get it off us,' Lisa Marie replied spiritedly. A second mouth appeared in the blob and it issued a chitter of translation.
'Jussst what your hive-sisters sssaid but weee learned much before they ceasssed to function.' A chill passed through two vulnerable young bodies. They shared a long look.
'Ahhh, you misssunderstand. You are prepared for pain. But asss I sssaid, we learned much, asss you willlll ssssee.'

It appeared that the ants could only control one blob at a time. While the first stood impassively, the remaining two ants directed their own blobs. A complex machine, looking more than half organic, was placed on the floor between the two sets of pillars. From it, flexible tendrils extended to two caps made of a white gooey looking material. Tentacles formed in the blobs, shot out and held each girls head securely. Others picked up the caps and placed them over sleek black hair, where they seemed to sink inwards, moulding to skulls, invisible but for a tendril snaking from the back of each girls head. Tiny spots of pain flashed briefly, as though needles were being slid through scalps and into brains.

'Yesss, your hive-sisters were prepared for pain and they broke sssooner than tell usss what we wanttt. In your termsss they died bravely. In oursss, they wasssted potentially useful energy. But ssstill we learned. We learned your brainsss operate on two levels and we can get what wwweee need ssssimply by disabling the higher functionsss. Once disabled, we can explore yourrr sssubconscious at willll. And the easssiest way to disable your higher brain functions isss to ssstimulate the pleasure centressss.'

Confused, the girls again traded looks. Such confusion was destined to be all too short-lived.

TORTURE

At a command from the tuning fork, one of the blobs produced a tool looking rather like stone shears. The tentacle grasping it moved towards Angkana, head still held immobile by another tentacle. She shuddered as the cold stone slid over soft flesh just above her shoulder, feeling it edge under the neck of her gee-suit, cutting through the metallic thread as though through paper. One single movement from neck to wrist and her slim brown arm was exposed by the material falling away. Another movement and her right arm was similarly revealed. Unsupported, the gee-suit fell away from her throat, revealing the upper swells of her pert young breasts.

Struggling now, but barely able to move in her splayed position, she was unable to prevent another cut in the material, starting near her armpit and down across her slender hip, along the full length of her leg to her ankle. The abused jumpsuit fell apart more, displaying the whole of her small but firm right breast topped by a large dark brown nipple, exposed along with much of her stomach. A final cut and the silver material fell to the floor leaving her totally naked but for a small pair of pale blue briefs.

Lisa Marie started in horrified fascination as the slender form was revealed before her, looking so young and vulnerable. Her turn came next. The jumpsuit was cut away with similar expertise, revealing her perfect body clad in matching bra and panties of lime green. Angkana looked back, unable to help herself. Everyone knew Lisa Marie was beautiful but seeing her exposed like this, she felt a pang of envy. Soft, dark-chocolate skin shone like velvet in the red-tinged light, slender arms and taut well-rounded thighs providing an attractive setting for her glorious body. Large full breasts, thrust provocatively forwards by the tight bra, bulged slightly over their restraint as though eager to be free, dark high nipples dented the fabric even in repose. A slender waist curved sensuously down to the flare of full hips, while a gently rounded belly tapered down to the pronounced mound of her mons, labia clearly outlined through her panties by the positioning of widespread thighs.

Defiantly she stared back into Angkana's eyes. 'Don't tell them a damn thing. No matter what they do.' Her eyes slid to a point somewhere behind the young Asian, widened. Angkana tried to turn her head but her position made it impossible. She soon found out what was happening. One of the shapeless blobs was forming tentacles at an alarming rate, each about an inch thick. The pretty brown-skinned virgin shuddered as one slithered over her neck, massaging around the sensitive areas behind her ears. Several more moved lightly up and down her back, stimulating nerve endings with their delicate caress.

She moaned lightly, pleasure at the feeling mixed with fear; gasped as more of the intrusive tendrils made contact with her small firm bottom, feeling over her rounded cheeks, sliding beneath taut fabric, squeezing and kneading rhythmically. More tentacles slithered round the sides of her narrow waist, sliding easily in the sheen covering her nubile young body. Moving beyond her waist, slick now with her own sweat, tendrils explored the firm soft skin of her abdomen, still moving gently, making her respond, forcing her to breath deeper. Despairing, she felt her young breasts firming, swelling, nipples rising against her will, felt a warmth grow deep in her centre.

'Leave her alone, you asshole,' Lisa Marie shouted trying to distract the aliens from their attention to her young comrade. 'Why don't you try someone your own size?'
'Oh, but yyyour turn willll come. But ssso much more effffective to make you watch firssst,' the mindless blob translated. And watch she had to, struggling against immovable bonds, unable to look away in case Angkana looked in her direction, needed to draw mental strength from her eyes. The Asian's eyes were closed at the moment, drawing into herself, trying to shut out the insistent stimulation of her soft young flesh. Failing.

Another moan escaped her lips, 'aaahhhhnnnnnn.........' Eyes jerked open as another dozen tentacles slid across her firm young breasts, cupping and squeezing the swelling flesh, flickering over rising nipples, bringing her to greater readiness. Then more tendrils, so many more, feathering up her slim brown calves, massaging her firm thighs, twining around and inwards over the soft flesh close to the junction of her splayed legs. Bravely she stared into Lisa Marie's deep brown eyes, saw the sympathy there, as insistent tentacles slid deep into the crevice between her firm bottom cheeks, tickled at her sensitive anus.

Lisa Marie stared back hard, trying to send her strength through the ether and into the little Asian being so cruelly manipulated before her eyes. Saw those doe-like eyes lose focus as slick tendrils centred in from her stomach and thighs, converging on her very centre, ripping her briefs apart in an instant. Watched in disgust as repulsive feelers slid over the little black pelt, over labia, prodding, tugging at pussy lips, massaging over the clitoris. Saw her friend's young pussy opened up by those finger-like extensions and listened helpless to her growing moans of lust.
'Ooooooooohhhhhhhh ............ nooooooooo .................. oh, make it stopppppppp.................. aaahhhhhhhhhhhh..................' One of the tentacles found her exposed clit, manipulated it, somehow thinning enough to encircle the little button and tug at it rhythmically. Another probed at her virgin entrance, slid inside, seeming to thicken as it did so. Encountered resistance, bunched itself up and pushed hard.

'Oooowwwwwwwwww ............ noooooo............ noooo ............... no more!' Her pleas were ignored by tentacles which seemed to move now in a frenzy, slithering over the sweat-soaked young body, massaging hard tits, tugging on engorged nipples, tweaking her throbbing clit. Pushing Angkana into orgasm as the tendril in her throbbing pussy expanded again, exploring her inner depths.
'Nnnnnnggggghhhhh ............ Aiiieeeeeeeeee............ Aaaaggghhhhhhhhhhhh' moaning and sobbing, helpless to control the spasming of her body, lost in sensations new to her innocent young mind; mentally prepared for physical pain ever since she joined the Legion two years earlier, she had no ready defence against pleasure such as this.

Rather than slacking off, Lisa Marie watched, fascinated despite her repugnance as still more tentacles added themselves to the ones already stimulating the ravished young body before her. Small breasts were covered almost completely, only the rhythmic squeezing showing where they were still being manipulated. One dark-brown nipple was revealed for an instant as a tentacle lost its grip, thrusting proudly from the crinkled aureole, engorged with blood and almost visibly throbbing. More tentacles slid into the tight young Asian cunt, slimming down to pencil thickness as they sought entrance, thickening again to at least an inch once inside.

Five or six of the horrid appendages were thrusting now into widely stretched pink flesh, ramming in and out mercilessly. And that one, surely it was about to invade her tender young ass. It did, partially disappearing from view, setting up its own pistoning rhythm. Angkana was mentally coming apart before her helpless gaze, orgasm following orgasm, twisting wildly within her bonds, head flung back, screaming and sobbing in a lust-filled haze as Lisa Marie felt the first touches slide over her own tender flesh.

Even though she had been expecting it, the soft touch on her back caused a gasp of surprise. It would have helped if it had been slimy, or if it had handled her roughly, or if she could have seen its source. But there were none of these things to help steel her will, already in a conflict of aroused horror after watching the rape of Angkana. A delicately gentle sensation, cool and dry, feathered lightly over her shoulder blades, across her bra strap, tracing her spine downwards.

'You'll have to try harder that that with me, scumbag,' she grated, forcing her mind away from the slight pulsing already starting to swell her large nipples. None of the aliens dignified her with a reply. Those within view stared impassively from multi-faceted unblinking eyes. Truth be told, her back was extremely sensitive, as several of her lovers had found to their delight. But she was damned if she would give these bug-eyed monsters the satisfaction. More tentacles joined the first, massaging gently, erotically, over the full expanse of back and shoulders, stimulating the soft dark flesh.

Another bunch of tentacles traced over her firm calves, probing and massaging upwards, sliding over smooth skin, touching over the sensitive areas behind her knees. Yet another group slid from behind and around her supple waist, sliding easily over her slick belly, examining the deep depression of her navel, contracting harder, not tickling. The feeling in her nipples grew stronger. She tried desperately to turn her mind to other things, even reciting multiplication tables, trying to block out all sight and sound of the nubile young Asian still writhing and moaning in her orgasmic frenzy, trying too to block out the feelings running riot over her own tender young flesh.

But despite it all, her large purple-black teats were rising, hardening in response to the stimulation she was receiving. It was as if they knew, she thought. A fresh set of tentacles slid down over her narrow shoulders, slithering easily through her sweat, down and over the up-thrust flesh of her upper breasts, revealed above her scanty bra. Setting up a rhythm of contractions, they massaged across firm slopes, squeezing and releasing, squeezing again. Sweat stood out on her forehead as she struggled to fight the feelings beginning to sweep through her beautiful body.

Lisa Marie groaned finally, as she felt insistent tendrils narrow to slip within the tight fabric of her bra, creeping over taut hidden flesh, plunging deeply into the valley between her breasts. A quick twist separated the catch as adroitly as any man had ever done and her bra hung free, firm mounds settling into their natural shape, exposed nipples crinkling harder in the cool air. She sensed rather than felt her bra straps being cut away, the garment fluttering lightly to the floor, fully revealing the glory of her upper body.

Another moan was forced through her clenched teeth as tentacles now roamed freely over the full expanse of her swelling tits. Harder now, looping around the full globes, tightening, squeezing firm breast flesh, forcing it to bulge between them as between so many fingers. More tentacles moved into play, these concentrating now on her swelling nipples. Circling around the hard points, tugging at them, pulling on the swollen teats, milking them to an unholy rhythm.
'Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh.' If the aliens felt any satisfaction at her response they didn't show it, still staring impassively, faces probably incapable of displaying any human emotion.

The young black girl seemed to have fallen into a trance as her hard thrusting tits were manipulated by more than a dozen tentacles. She showed no signs of noticing as further tendrils slithered across her rounded buttocks, slipped under the tight fabric, traced patterns across her firm ass cheeks, and probed the sensitive flesh deep within her crevice. But another gasp forced itself out of her clenched mouth as those tentacles which had been exploring her calves slid upwards over sleek thigh muscles. Gasped again as they quested further, massaging over the incredibly sensitive velvet skin of her inner thighs, sliding up and down, almost touching her swollen mound before retreating.

Tentacles now gripped her ass tighter, firmly grasping the taut buttock cheeks within her panties, pulling them apart to explore between, pressing onto the hard knot of her anus. Meanwhile, the kneading of her breasts intensified, causing them to swell harder, causing her long nipples to jut proud and fully erect, almost painfully engorged with blood, repeatedly milked by two tentacles, while two more lashed over the very tips.
'Nnnnnnggggghhhhh ........................ Aaaahhhnnnggghhhhhh ...............' It seemed to be the sign they had been waiting for. Two quick cuts, her panties fell free, and she was fully naked before the alien gaze. Her thick black bush was neatly trimmed into a triangle; legs splayed wide by the bonds, clearly exposed the swollen lips of her labia to their implacable eyes. While the existing tentacles continued their devilish work, stroking her back, stimulating those jutting teats, massaging her quivering bottom, sliding over thighs slick now with her own juices, new ones were extruding from the blob manipulating her writhing body.

Slowly, almost lasciviously they approached her groin. Several slipped over smooth hips, wriggled down her lower abdomen, exploring into her bush, sliding deep into the sensitive flesh of her vee, pressing into the labia where they covered her throbbing clitoris. Still others approached from the rear, sliding between her wide open legs and up onto her swollen vagina, teasing apart the thick lips, dipping between into her hot juicy channel, forcing her cunt to open up like a flower.

Moaning helplessly now, she felt her love button fully exposed, felt an impossibly delicate touch manipulate its throbbing surface. Suddenly she felt an incredibly powerful orgasm shoot through her spasming cunt, through her bursting nipples, through her unwilling brain; felt even in that blinding moment a thickened tentacle sliding deeply into her vagina, expanding, filling her cunt, while a thinner one pushed deep into her ass. Spread-eagled helplessly in her bonds, crucified upon the massive tentacle thrusting into her snatch, forcing the walls apart, rasping over her g-spot, banging against her cervix, she groaned finally in total submission.

'Oooohhhhhhhhhhhh ................ yeesssssssss .................. yesssssss ...... more ............ Harderrrrrrrrrr .............FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!' Almost as though excited on by her cries, the ravaging tentacles intensified their efforts on her wide-spread body. Tendrils lashed wildly across the throbbing mounds of her out-thrust breasts, squeezing deeply into the swollen black flesh, twisting and contorting her proud young tits with their manipulations. More of them gripped tightly onto her rubbery nipples, tugging and milking hard on the painfully swollen peaks, now over an inch long. Still more stimulated nerve-endings across her back and legs while others rippled over the taut flesh of her ass, pulling the cheeks wide. A delicate tendril moved with blurring speed over her erect clitoris, mercilessly wanking the little hood, flooding her body with sensation. One single tentacle, swollen to the thickness of her calf and slippery with streaming love juices, savagely pumped in and out of her gaping cunt, bringing a fresh moan each time it slid over her sensitive g-spot; it's movements were mirrored by another, scarcely much thinner, thrusting deeply into her anus. Twisting and contorting madly with passion, slender hips gyrating to meet her hellish lover, Lisa Marie screamed as multiple orgasms spasmed through her helpless young body.

Then slowly, incredibly, her fiercely independent mind fought back. Even as her body writhed with abandon, her eyes opened. Mists cleared as she focussed by a supreme act of will, looking pityingly across at Angkana, semi-conscious, her ravaged, vulnerable young body still convulsing under the merciless ministrations of a hundred tentacles. Finally she stared with immaculate hatred deep into alien eyes. Hoarsely asked, 'did you think you had me there? Sorry to disappoint you creeps, but I've had far better lays than this. Just find someone who knows how to screw properly and stop jacking me around!'

The large greenish coloured ant watching the control box gestured sharply, apparently in irritation. Quick movements with the tuning forks brought an instant response. The hundreds of tendrils tormenting the two young Legionaries released their mauled breasts, slithered from abused vaginas, popped out of anuses, contracted and returned into the formless shapes from whence they had emerged. Both girls hung limp as dishrags, dripping with sweat and their own fluids, Angkana apparently passed out, Lisa Marie still glaring defiance.

FURTHER EXPLORATIONS

Angkana awakened slowly to find herself alone but for Lisa Marie, in a room similar to the one from which they had been carried hours earlier. Naked and lonely, she dragged herself over to the still unconscious black girl and curled foetally beside her on the cool stone shelf, aching body and puffy cunt lips reminding her all too clearly of how she had recently had her treasured virginity torn away. The older girl stirred, and opened her eyes to see the childlike body of her young comrade huddled next to her. Reaching out, she drew the shivering girl closer, held her in protective arms.
'There, there,' she crooned as if to a baby, as hot tears ran down smooth brown cheeks. Looking around, she took stock of their position. Why hadn't they been taken back to their comrades? Were all the others dead?

Little did she know that 100 yards away, the remaining seven members of the Cohort were sharing similar thoughts about herself and the other three missing members. Like captured lionesses in a zoo, they paced restlessly, helpless to act, unable to escape, never knowing when unconsciousness would return - to be followed by a further diminution of their numbers.

Elsewhere in the complex, a group of aliens communicated amongst themselves. They were learning, but already over a third of the prisoners were either dead or used up. This race of bipeds was so strange, acted in such unexpected ways. They could not afford too many more mistakes or they would run out of subjects. True, they had drained the small brown one of all her knowledge. But that had been pitifully little compared to what they needed. While they knew much about the remaining seven captives, and had an outline of the mighty civilisation beyond their own planet, they were no nearer to learning how to break free of their own atmosphere. Next time they would vary their tactics, using what they had learned, to exploit weaknesses more effectively.

Angkana had almost recovered. Supported by the older girl, her natural optimism was reasserting itself. Both remained naked. There was nothing to be done about it, short of trying to weave clothes out of their own hair. But they drank some of the thick liquid. And used more of it to bathe themselves as best they might, cleansing at least the visible traces of their ordeal from young bodies already healing. Quietly they sat side by side talking of happier times in the past, consciously avoiding any subject relating to their current predicament or future hopes.

Quietly they slid senseless as the invisible gas did its work once again. Woke some hours later, still mercifully in the same room, to find Jenny Bourne lying totally nude on the opposite shelf. She was still comatose and showed unmistakable signs of a recent, all too familiar ordeal. Beautiful black girl and slender Thai moved closer to the new arrival, not wishing to wake her, but ready with support once she regained consciousness.

Jenny appeared in worse shape than either of the other two, her waif-like body less suited to the indignities it had doubtless suffered. Dull marks covered her petite breasts and small boyish bottom, where ravening tentacles had clutched too tightly, bruising the pale flesh. Curled as she was, her vaginal lips were quite visible, peeking back between slender thighs, looking red and sore from their assault. Jenny awoke almost immediately. Looked around, dazed and fearful, seemingly unsure whether she still dreamed.

Angkana brought a container of fluid and washed Jenny's body gently with her bare hands, while Lisa Marie comforted her. Eventually they all sat together sharing experiences. In some ways the new arrival had had an easier time, being unconscious throughout her ordeal. But she listened with mounting horror as Lisa Marie detailed her own experiences. Jenny's hands wandered over her own body, exploring its aches, feeling increasing sickened as she realised exactly what had been done to her as she floated, deep in a drugged slumber.

Meanwhile another alien conference was taking place. Although both subjects had responded fairly well to the stimulation, with no trace of resistance thanks to the drugs, something had gone wrong. One of the prisoners had ceased, possibly from a reaction to the gas. And the mind probe had not been able to function to full effectiveness. Somehow the drugs had also interfered with its work, rendering results only partially useful.

They knew more but were still far from the details they needed to construct a spaceship, and they still had no idea how interstellar voyages were made within the space of seconds. Without that, even the full blueprints of a spaceship would be useless, as it would take hundreds of years to reach even the nearest star. Five new subjects remained. If necessary they could recall previous girls for another mind probe but they knew the results could be only mediocre the second time around. A further variation was called for.

GIVE IT TO ME

Roxy Scanlon came to fuzzy wakefulness. Gradually she became aware of her surroundings. It was certainly not the same room, it was smaller, lower. She realised her turn had come for whatever the monstrous aliens had been doing to her mates. Taking a closer view of the room she thought wryly to herself, these aliens could sure use an interior decorator! Featureless walls and a total lack of unnecessary furniture or decoration seemed to be the only style they knew. In this case, the only furniture appeared to be a low narrow table about two feet off the floor. She couldn't examine it too well, as she was splayed across it, but it appeared to be covered with a thin plastic-covered foam mattress. Further experimentation confirmed that she wouldn't be moving too far. The table supported her body from head to hips. Meanwhile her arms were held way above her head, wrists securely shacked to the table.

Any view of her lower body was severely restricted by the hillocks of her up-thrust breasts, thrown into even greater prominence by the positioning of her arms. Five foot six standing and two foot six lying down, was the good-natured joke about her in the Legion. Quite an exaggeration, but she was certainly built disproportionately up there. And even lying down, her large firm globes showed no sign of losing their erotic shape. Anyway, she could sense that her feet rested on the floor, apparently secured there by restraints around her ankles. It would have been almost comfortable after sleeping on a stone slab, but for the fact that her feet were held rather too far apart. And but for the fact that the whole thing was a little too much like an operating table.

Would they cut her up, she wondered? Dissect her body like a frog? Traces of fear touched her mind as a doorway split open in the previously blank wall. Two aliens entered along with one of the blobs. As before it formed a mouth to enable dialogue between the races. As before it placed an organic skullcap onto her head.
'Well,' Roxy drawled, a lot more calmly than she felt, 'what did you have in mind?' By getting just one of the girls, all alone and describing in graphic detail exactly what was to happen to her, the antlike creatures hoped to create intense terror, swiftly followed by intense pleasure. In this way, they felt they would gain deeper and more unconditional access to her subconscious. But it is always a mistake to tell a psy-ops specialist just how you intend to fuck with her brain.

Roxy grasped the concept at once, it was straight out of textbook psychology. So, she pondered, wipe out the higher brain functions by overloading the pleasure centres, then you can access the subconscious without a filter. Under normal circumstances, the conscious brain would decide what information to reveal, whether to lie or answer truthfully, but with that out of the way the aliens would be able to gain any information they wanted. Within her own society, hypnosis and truth-drugs had a limited ability to do the same thing. These aliens were obviously ahead in some areas, though anyone this advanced in organics must have an easier way to get the information they desired. Maybe they enjoy doing it this way, she wondered.

In any case, forewarned is forearmed. An essential part of her training had been in the mind and its manipulation. She had studied techniques, both scientific and yogic, for compartmentalising her brain and she was good. Given a few minutes preparation, she could defeat the most advanced lie-detector with ease, insisting her skin was sky-blue without a tremor in the graphing pens. But this would be her hardest test yet. Concentrating to the full extent of her abilities, she was barely aware of the blob slitting clothing away from her body, pulling the remnants from beneath her, to leave her stretched out completely nude.

Rather she became aware of her mind as a series of layers. Firstly she put a protective skin over her subconscious, then she carefully constructed a new layer which she hoped would fool the machinery, filling it with memories of her childhood but ensuring that any memory of the Legion was subtly warped. After that, she constructed a personality to go with her long blonde hair and melon-like breasts, an archetypal bimbo, a scatter-brained sex-mad nymph. Finally she constructed a small corner into which she could withdraw safely. By doing all this, she hoped to fool the aliens.

Firstly they would see the bimbo, responding to their actions with wanton abandon. Then, as that layer became overwhelmed by pleasure, the machine would probe beneath, hopefully accepting the false memories as her true subconscious, not noticing either the shielded layer or the corner in which she hid. While the division of her mind held, she would be unaware of what was being done to her. Later, when she merged the compartments, she would relive the whole experience in an instant. She would deal with that when the time came.

Something moved over her neck and cupped her small chin. It was time. Mentally she gathered her consciousness together and retreated into her refuge, giving full power over her body to the carefully constructed bimbo personality before shutting herself away. When it was time, she would peek out and assess the situation. She hoped she would still be whole. As she shut herself away, a subtle change came over her face and body. Her cornflower blue eyes lost much of their sharp intelligence, while the pout of her full lips became more pronounced. Her body had been a frequent source of irritation, getting in the way of her being taken seriously, attracting unwelcome attention; one of her primary reasons for joining the Legion had been its all-female nature. Now however, it squirmed voluptuously, comfortable with itself and its effect on others. She was pure blonde bimbo, pleasure-source of a thousand wet dreams and she wanted to have fun.

Roxy-Bimbo didn't mind being tied down in the least. She was here to receive pleasure not give it, excepting the incidental pleasure any being would receive from touching her beautiful body. Her vacant eyes stared at the ceiling as she waited impatiently. She had been led to expect lots of lovely phallic tentacles sliding all over her incredible body, exploring all her secret places simultaneously, but the devious aliens had one more surprise in store. Rather than using an intermediary, it was one of their own who began the stimulation. Instead of the expected tentacle, something hard and cold traced over her shoulder and down her slender arm. It was surprising enough to make Roxy-Bimbo look down. The expected mass of tendrils preparing to violate her expectant body was simply not there. Instead one of the large ant-like creatures crouched between her widespread legs.

Well, she thought slowly, those pincer-like things didn't seem to have nearly so many possibilities for fun as a lot of snaky tentacles, but there were eight of them and she supposed they had some potential. Exhausted from the painful effort of thinking, she rested her head back on the pad and awaited developments.

The tip of one hard black Chitinous claw traced a slow careful line starting at her left shoulder, skirting carefully between breast and armpit, down the soft skin of her waist, over her prominent hip-bone, outside her muscular thigh and right down the length of her calf. Seeming intent on memorising the outer limits of her curved form, it worked it's way slowly back up her full length, mirrored this time by another pincer-tip following a line up her right side, both continuing onto her arms, feeling like blunt fingernails as they traced the soft skin all the way to her wrists. A trail of goosebumps followed in their wake as Roxy's body shivered slightly to their touch and she responded with a small mew of pleasure.

Returning down her arms, the pincers moved inwards this time, over her collar-bones, skirted the upper slopes of her thrusting breasts and joined together to drag lightly down the very centre of her deep cleavage. Crossing the speed-bumps of her ribs, they parted again to trace twin lines down the receptive skin of her tummy, passing to either side of her dimpled navel before skirting the very edges of her thick blonde bush and continuing on down her thighs. A low moan escaped through half-parted lips. Maybe these claws had possibilities after all.

As the pincers followed a return path up her thighs and across her belly, two more began to pinch lightly at the soft sensitive skin of her indented waist and a further two tracked light patterns over her taut thigh muscles. Meanwhile the original pair made a line for her bounteous breasts, using sides rather than tips to push at the underswells, testing their resilience, apparently liking what they found. Roxy-Bimbo purred with pleasure as the flat of each pincer worked upwards over the domed shapes of her firm tits, which were swelling and hardening from their touch. Her sleepy nipples began to perk into life, poking up inquisitively as though to look around.

A gasp of pleasure as claws opened up, each containing a heavy breast within the circumference of its ribbed inner surfaces, pressing gently into the firm flesh about half way up each cone, squeezing softly and steadily on the bulbous orbs. Following the lead, the pincers at her waist began to knead her velvety soft flesh a little harder, while those on her thighs edged towards sensitive inner surfaces.

Her nipples were fully at attention now, fawn coloured stubs standing proud of large crinkled aureoles. Heat radiated from the tightening peaks, spreading into her pussy and causing her clitoris to swell in sympathy. Alien claws dragged down her breast flesh, stopping where the swollen globes merged into her chest, tightening their grip and causing proud tits to bulge even more prominently. As the pincers rhythmically gripped at the base of her shapely breasts, nipples were thrust into even greater distinction, lengthening and hardening even before the final pair of alien claws began to delicately tease them. The very tips of dangerous looking pincers lightly gripped each jutting peak, carefully tugging at the rubbery flesh in a milking motion, drawing them upwards, forcing them to engorge further as blood flowed into her swelling mounds, making them almost painfully hard.

If the ant-like creature directing the assault was waiting to judge the response to its actions, it didn't have long to wait. Even in her normal personality, Roxy had trouble resisting anyone touching her susceptible nipples. Roxy-Bimbo had no such inhibitions at all.
'Oooohhhhhhhhhhhh,' she breathed throatily. 'Aaaahhhhh ......... nnnnnnggggghhhhh ..................' The first orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, pumping more blood into swollen pussy lips, forcing her clit further erect, turning her insides to liquid.

The claws massaging her inner thighs responded at once. While others continued to squeeze her breasts, pull on her nipples and knead her soft waist, they slid upwards along the valleys between cunt lips and abdomen. One tugged lightly at the thick blonde bush masking her clitoris, the other traced down the centre of pouting lips, parting them effortlessly with the slightest of touches to release the musky aroma of a woman on heat. As cunt lips opened to reveal soft pink inner flesh slick with moisture, one pincer made contact directly with her erect little bud, scraping ever so delicately across it and causing Roxy's body to spasm into its second orgasm within minutes.

The other claw parted swollen lips wider, fully revealing the lighter pink hue of her vaginal entrance, looking like the centre of some exotic sea-plant. Unable to risk inserting a sharp appendage too far, the alien teased around the tight little ring, pushing in no more than an inch before withdrawing.
'Come on, big boy. Show me what you've got.' Even Roxy-Bimbo's way of speaking was a cliché. The translating blob lumped into a corner of the room may or may not have managed to convert the gist of this request into alien terms. Either way, she got what she had asked for.

Even as the teasing claws of the first alien tipped her into another shattering orgasm the second alien, passive until now, climbed right over the back of the one crouched between her legs. Stepping onto the table, it worked its way up the length of her body, its own body held high enough so as not to touch her, not to interfere with the continuous manipulation of nipples and clit. Reaching a point high up her body, it stopped and a thick tube emerged from the very tip of its lower body, a foot long and tapering from an initial five inches wide to a blunt point over two inches in diameter, it looked for all the world like the stinger of some monstrous bee.

Flexibly, the thorax curled inwards, lining up with the vulnerable slit of the panting earth-girl. Slowly but insistently the blunt tip of the stinger pressed against muscular resistance before sliding home almost to the hilt, stretching her lips wide with its mass. Still moving slowly, it slid back out, coated with her juices, before thrusting back in - deeper and harder. Setting up a regular movement it started to shaft strongly and steadily into the sopping widespread cunt. Roxy-Bimbo was in ecstasy. Thigh muscles tensed as she thrust her hips upwards to greet her invaders. Between the two of them the alien ants were stimulating almost all of her major erogenous zones simultaneously. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her shuddering frame.
'Eeeehhhhhhh ......... Aaaahhhnnnggghhhhhh............... Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhh .... Nnngggghhhhhhaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.'

The alien head looming above seemed to regard her with multi-faceted eyes glowing red in the ruddy light. It lowered towards her and a thick proboscis emerged from its maw, dripping a clear nectar. Pushing against half-parted lips, it slid between them and deep into her mouth, forcing her to swallow as the tasteless fluid dripped down her throat. Her jaw ached slightly from the bulk sliding in and out between generous lips but she was in no condition to notice anything so minor. With the first alien continuing it's manipulation of engorged nipples and clitoris, and the second matching thrust for thrust into cunt and mouth, she was orgasming continuously ..........
................. as the manufactured bimbo personality dissolved, revealing an equally false subconscious to the questing mind machine.

Time passed while the aliens continued their tasks. Surely they got some pleasure from it but expressionless features revealed nothing. Eventually the mind machine signalled and they moved away from the limp, sweat-soaked body, still twitching and spasming even after being freed from their hellish stimulation. The skull-cap was disconnected and carried away by one ant, still attached to the mind-device. Tentacles formed on the surface of the amorphous blob and it moved to its directed tasks, releasing the semi-conscious body from its bonds and lifting it from the plastic pad.

ESCAPE

When Roxy cautiously opened a slit in the defensive corner of her mind, she could sense no assault on her body. Allowing her eyes to open fractionally, she looked up beyond a dark overhang and into the concerned face of Lisa Marie Curzon, whom she had feared dead. Slowly and carefully she allowed more of her personality to emerge, while keeping a lid on recent events. She couldn't face those memories, not just yet. Lisa Marie saw the movement and smiled broadly, revealing her perfect white teeth.
'Hey, you're back. We thought we'd lost you for sure.'

Roxy allowed a small smile to touch her own lips, became aware of an ache in her jaw, then a collection of aches in other parts of her body. Became aware also of a cool feeling spreading over her skin. She looked around. She was lying on one of the low shelves surrounded by some of the disappeared girls, all totally naked. Her head was resting on Lisa Marie's lap, her large black velvety breasts brushing her face as she raised her head slightly. The pretty little Thai, Angkana, was kneeling beside her and cleaning dried sweat and fluids from her body. She felt safe again.

A few brief words explained how she had hoped to fool the aliens and she basked in the admiration of her comrades. 'But now comes the hard part,' she said with a frown. 'I have to re-integrate the different parts of my mind while I still can. Otherwise I will never be whole again. It's going to be tough. I'll get the whole thing thrown at me within a couple of seconds and I'm not going to like what I was doing with my body.'
'Do it babe. Get it over with. We're here for you and we love ya,' the black girl responded.
'OK,' a little tremulously.

The pretty blonde's face took on a look of concentration, then twisted with disgust. Sudden hysteria overcame her as memories of the last few hours flooded her brain, reliving in seconds the entire violation of her nubile body. She screamed loudly, her body wracked with sobs, as Lisa Marie clasped the blonde head to her generous chest, pillowing it between soft breasts, as she rocked the suffering blonde gently like a baby. Finally the sobbing died away into sniffles, which faded away in their turn. Lisa Marie continued to hold Roxette, comforting her while the others could only look on, eyes filled with pity, reliving their own ordeals and knowing what the young girl was going through.

After long minutes she disengaged herself and sat fully upright, brushing straggly sweat-soaked blonde rats-tails away from her haggard face. Kissed Lisa Marie quickly and softly on her cheek.
'Thanks for that, mate,' I don't know if I could have handled it on my own.' Staccato, voice distorted by her recent ordeal, she briefly explained everything that had been done to her. It differed significantly from the other girls memories and she had their full attention. Each young woman shuddered within herself as she imagined a pair of giant ants crawling over her, molesting soft vulnerable flesh, and fucking her!

Elsewhere, the alien molesters were examining the data from their latest victim. It soon became apparent that it differed in significant details from all the other data they had gathered. She had somehow fooled them! Them! Self-professed masters of all things organic! Had they become so absorbed in their actions that they hadn't watched closely enough? Well, they wouldn't make that mistake again. And they still had four more victims to examine.

If they had made minor mistakes before, their final one was to be far more serious and was to have repercussions they could scarcely imagine. Somehow, the wrong mixture of gas and air was fed to the remaining four Legionaries. A faulty valve? A technician misreading a sensor? No-one ever knew. Certainly the gas did part of it's work. Slumped figures greeted the aliens as they opened the portal, slumped and dazed but not unconscious!

Four athletic young women, at the peak of physical fitness, bundled past the startled figures in the doorway. Two made no more than twenty yards of freedom, before a rapid recovery sent a horde of tentacles to bring them crashing to the ground. The other two cleared a corner and were free for the moment. Miranda Bradley breathed deeply, trying to shake off the effects of the gas.
'OK Hurley, we've got a few minutes but we're not going to get far like this. We have to find our gear and try to get in touch with the ship.' They bounded down a long featureless corridor, looked into several open doorways at incomprehensible alien artefacts. Then, 'In here, Berenice hissed.

Some of their equipment was laid out on a long bench, much of it partly disassembled.
'Watch the door.' Miranda made her way to the bench, rummaged quickly through the items. 'No weapons but the comm.-link in this helmet looks intact.' Prising it free, she turned in triumph towards the door only to see Berenice Hurley slide soundless to the floor, a large hole right through the centre of her body. It appeared to have been made by a Legion blast-gun.

There was no time to call the ship now. She had to hide the comm.-link and try to survive long enough to use it. Ruefully she looked down at the form-fitting gee suit. Anything she placed in there would show in an instant. She wished briefly for bigger breasts, like those of Curzon or Scanlon; at least there would have been chance to slip the two inch square into the depths of a cleavage. Her own more modest bust left no such choices. Quickly she took the only option available, ripping open the Velcro fastening at her crotch and pulling her panties to one side. Grimacing with pain, she forced the inch thick square deep into her body, thankful at least for rounded corners, slapped the Velcro back into place and was standing still, arms held high as the first aliens edged round the doorway.

Closely bound with tentacles, she was held in a corner as one of the ant scientists examined the workbench. He didn't look inside the helmet, still ignorant of its importance. Nothing seemed to be missing but another prisoner was dead and this one would hardly be responsive to the pleasure treatment after seeing her comrade die. She couldn't go back with the untouched prisoners, she may have seen enough to warn them. And she couldn't be disposed with, they might need her later. She would go with the other processed captives where she could do no more harm.

First she was stripped of gee-suit and undergarments, but the examination was cursory. Then, securely bound by a tentacled blob, she was carried down several corridors and flung quickly into another room. Bouncing off the far wall, she sprung to her feet, seeing first the doorway closing, then the majority of her Cohort, naked as herself and staring back at her in amazement; she was the first to arrive fully conscious and without showing signs of abuse. Swiftly she put them at ease and they all gathered together to exchange knowledge. Bradley listened with mounting horror as one tale of infamy followed another. Though outwardly calm, inside a burning rage vied with deep dread. Mortlake, Hardwick and now Hurley were all dead. Rivers had disappeared at the ..same time as Bourne and must be dead also. Laughing Cloud and O'Donnell were presumably still alive in the holding cell, while the remainder were all with her in this room.

The alien bastards were trying to discover the secrets of space travel by the most despicable means possible. If they succeeded, they would burst out onto an unsuspecting human universe, weapons copied from the Legions own, held in the tentacles of thousands of mindless protoplasmic blobs; cannon-fodder to be sure, but what damage they could do before dying. It couldn't happen. One way or another they had to be stopped right here, while still trapped on just one planet. And the motherfuckers had to pay for the treatment of her girls. She made her decision. 'Right, we can give it two days to see if the other's get through to here. After that I have to act.'
'With what, Centurion?, Scanlon enquired. 'We have no weapons and they aren't likely to let any of us escape again.'
'I have something far more dangerous than any blaster. I have a radio.'

Puzzled frowns turned to embarrassment as Bradley eased the square metal box from her aching vagina. She dared not leave it there in case moisture entered the case and interfered with its operation. They would keep it safe between them, hiding it in armpits, between breasts, bound within long hair, clenched between buttocks if that was what it took.

ILLUSION

The aliens were in something of a quandary. Despite their best efforts, only two captives remained untouched and they still missed pieces to complete the jigsaw of space travel. They pondered deeply before setting their scientists the job of designing a new type of gas. The job done, O'Donnell and Laughing Cloud slept deeply. They awoke to shock, both lying on their beds in the room they shared on Penthesilea. They traded looks. What had happened? Was it all a dream? Or some new form of training? Had they been so deeply traumatised by some event that they had been carried back all this way unconscious and with no memory beyond the abortive escape attempt? Neither found the answer she was searching for in the others eyes.

Susie sat up, covers slipping from her large naked breasts and Shauna caught her breath. She had seen the Red Indian girl nude before of course, but the sight had never triggered an instant wave of pure lust such as she felt now. As if in a dream, she threw off her own covers and stood unclothed, stepped over towards the other bed. Susie glanced at her idly, then eyes narrowed and her nipples visibly erected. She wanted this white girl desperately and she wanted her right now - was going to have her, come what may.

Shauna took another step and was standing right beside the bed, looking down through hot eyes at the full-bodied Cherokee lying before her. Took in the long black silky hair framing a wide, high-cheekboned bronze face. Slid her eyes over broad, strong looking shoulders to a magnificent pair of breasts. Standing proudly upwards, they were in perfect proportion to the six-footer's frame, but each was the size of both Shauna's by no means small tits put together. Large brown nipples stood already erect from the golden mounds. No bottled tan this but the heritage of her race; the colour continued evenly over her flat muscular stomach and disappeared below the sheet. Which Susie threw back, exposing herself fully to the avid gaze, shifting lazily under the inspection, slightly parting her strong thighs; arching her hips upwards a fraction to display the sleek black hair covering her pubic mound, disappearing into mystery between her bronzed legs.
'Like what you see, paleface?'
'Oh yes, redskin,' a catch in her voice.

Meanwhile Susie's eyes had been busily drinking in the naked form standing beside her. The term paleface could have been invented for Shauna. Red hair and porcelain skin dusted with freckles clearly displayed a Celtic ancestry. Maybe the purity of their respective racial pasts had drawn these two to share a room. Both stood out in a gene-pool largely muddied by the centuries.
'Permission to come aboard, redskin?'
'Not just yet. I want to see if you're likely to measure up first.'

Eyes drifted from Shauna's finely chiselled features, followed the long shining waterfall of auburn hair that cascaded down over slender shoulders, down over rounded breasts, down over soft stomach flesh, stopping just short of merging with her flame-red bush, cupped between narrow hips. Eyes became aware of small pink nipples poking through the curtain of hair, like the snouts of new-born piglets questing for warmth. One long arm trailed up and around Shauna's waist.
'You look like to break in two before I'm half done with you.' Susie commented.
'You're all talk, you great buffalo,' came the retort. Muscles contracted and Shauna was swept onto the bed in one easy movement.

Bronze and porcelain lay side by side, pressed together for almost their full length, lips kissing tenderly, tongue fencing with tongue, exploring over teeth, deep inside each others mouths. Susie pushed irresistibly on the smaller girl's shoulders, forcing her easily back into the mattress, captured both wrists in her left hand and pressed them effortlessly into the pillow above Shauna's head. Teasingly, she slowly parted the curtain of hair to expose hidden charms and almost enveloped the whole of a 36C breast in one hand. Rubbing gently with a circular motion over the firm orb, she distinctly felt its hard nipple pressing into her palm.
'All this time we've wasted sleeping apart.'

Fingers traced lazy circles over the breast, feeling it swell and harden. Strummed the tips of all four parted fingers lightly over a nipple, rising and darkening to a deeper pink. Her soft lips slid off Shauna's mouth and dipped into the soft hollow of her neck, slid across her upper chest and pecked lightly over the slopes of her breasts before enveloping the engorged peak. Soft but insistent suction stimulated the teat to greater erectness. Then Shauna gasped with pleasure as the other girl's tongue lashed over the throbbing tip. She gasped louder as Susie's hand, now freed from one breast began to tweak her other nipple.
'Let go of my hands, you great lump. I want to see if those oversized mammaries are real or plastic,' she panted.
'Oh, they're one hundred percent pure Cherokee, just like the rest of me. I don't need any paleface plastic surgeon to improve on perfection.' But she needed no second bidding to release her grip on the wrists. There were itches that needed scratching, throbbing aches that needed to be rubbed better.

Shauna's left hand dived down to where Susie's large right breast lay against her, exploring it with wonder, squeezing into the firm resilient flesh, stretching her hand wide to encompass as much of the magnificent mound as she possibly could before admitting defeat and concentrating her efforts on a semi-erect nipple as thick as her thumb. Capturing it between finger and thumb, she tugged rhythmically, feeling it lengthen between her digits. Pausing briefly to lick her own fingers, she returned them to the erect nipple. Pressing the rubbery teat into her finger, she rubbed her thumb up and down its length and was rewarded with a low moan.
'Aaaahhhhh, you palefaces always were tricky.'

Shauna brought her right arm around Susie's neck by way of response, pushing the Red Indian girl's head deeper into her own breast flesh. The hand which had been stimulating the redhead's nipple slipped down her breast and pushed it closer to its twin, where Susie's mouth continued its ministration of one swollen teat. Panting, Shauna felt her twin mounds pushed together to form one mass of flesh, nipples almost touching. Then the redskin shifted her head slightly and took both nipples at once into her wide mouth. The sensation was incredible.

Shauna's body bucked and writhed at the simultaneous suction on her teats, felt the tip of a hard tongue slide over them, between them. Desperately close to orgasm she forced herself away and straddled the statuesque bronzed body, knees digging into a soft waist, pubis held just clear of contact. Clenching the impressive mounds with both hands she manipulated them unmercifully, fingers squeezing into taut flesh, capturing one large nipple with her hand, tugging on it frantically as her mouth descended to suck voraciously on the other. The golden body twisted and turned between her knees but she dug them in tighter, riding her bronzed steed, determined not to be thrown by her spirited mount. Almost she lost her grip, as hips rose beneath her and Susie's mound ground into her own, a circular motion pushing the redskin's clit against Shauna's pubic bone. Rubbing herself against the smaller girls mons, groaning with passion, the Cherokee girl tipped into orgasm.
'Aaahhhnnnnnnnggghhhhhhh, ................ nnnnnnnnnnnnnn ............... oohhhhhhhhhhhh ............ yeeessssssssssss...............'

Her body shuddered beneath Shauna as intense feelings shot through it like bolts of electricity. Gradually she subsided, as the white girl eased off on the intensity of her assault upon her heaving mounds and sank down to lie full length on the bronzed body, lightly kissing salty lips as the redskin eased out of orbit.
'Just who was supposed to break in two before it was half done?' she teased.
'Half done? I've not even started with you yet, little paleface,' came the husky response.
'Oh, but you wouldn't take advantage by seducing a poor innocent girl who you tricked into your bed?' laughter bubbling through the expression of mock horror on her face.
'Too right I would,' a fierce growl not mirrored by twinkling eyes. 'You white folks have been shafting us Indians for too long. It's time you got some of your own medicine!'

Before she could be stopped, Susie twisted and switched positions, pinning her friend down by resting the top half of her body right across Shauna's waist, back towards tempting breasts, supporting part of her weight on her left elbow but pressing down enough that the slender girl couldn't easily escape. Reaching out with her right hand, she took a tuft of Shauna's flaming bush between her fingers and tugged sharply.
'Do what you're told and I won't have to torture you, whitey!'
'Owww, you won't deflower me that easily, you savage!'

Both girls dissolved into giggles. Became serious again as Susie's hand slid over slender thighs, pulling them gently apart to massage soft inner flesh. Shauna brought her own right hand up to massage softly over the bronzed back which hid her view, trailed downwards. Her left hand slipped over Susie's shoulder to clamp onto a breast, squeezing gently. Sure she could reach what she wanted, she allowed her thighs to relax, parting them wide to Susie's caresses. The redskin girl fluttered her hand up soft inner thighs until her thumb bumped against pouting lips. Palmed her hand over the bushy mound and slid downwards with a soft stoking motion, the full length of Shauna's vulva. Repeated the motion, pressing a little harder each time, until two fingers slipped into the warm wetness between parted lips.

Susie opened her friend up wider to reveal a surprisingly large and erect clitoris, which she explored with the tip of one finger, feeling the slender body quiver beneath her, feeling a hand dig deeper into her breast with an involuntary spasm. Rubbing her thumb lightly over the love button, she slid her fingers down the hot wetness, easily spanning the distance to slip a finger deep into Shauna's body, twisting and exploring in the tight channel. Adding a second finger, she began a slow regular movement in and out. The redhead's breathing grew ragged and she moaned continuously at the feeling growing between her legs.

Not to be outdone, Shauna responded by capturing a nipple with her left hand and tugging at its swollen length. Her right slipped lower over the golden skin of Susie's back, until it was exploring over taut hemispheres, clasping the smooth flesh harder as her feelings became more powerful. Stretching to her limit, her hand slipped into the divide, traced past the base of the spine and across the tight anus, fingers curling inwards to slide three of them straight into Susie's sopping hole. Her reward was a loud gasp and a sudden jerk in her own pussy as fingers lost their rhythm for an instant.

The two girls settled down to frott each others pussies with their fingers. Susie had the advantage as she could also stimulate Shauna's clit, while her own was beyond reach. But Shauna soon responded by pressing her thumb over Susie's anus and pushing it slowly inside. A contest developed to see which girl could make the other cum first, a contest with no real losers as both would get what they wanted long before they were finished with each other's bodies.

Susie was determined not to lose twice running. Withdrawing her fingers, she licked them lasciviously and reached under the mattress to where she kept a large vibrator hidden. Her movements still hidden by her body, she slipped it briefly into her own mouth to lubricate the firm pink surface before twisting her position slightly, sliding down Shauna's body. Hooking thighs wide by pressing her elbows into the mattress between them and pushing, she lowered her head to lick over the throbbing button.

Shauna moaned as the tongue slid over the hard button of her clitoris while, unseen, Susie lined up the vibrator in her right hand, slid it deep into the twitching cunt and turned it on. She won the contest easily. Shauna writhed beneath her as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body; losing all control of her fingers as they jerked spastically in her opponents cunt.
'Aiiieeeeeeeeee ............ Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn .........no fair ................ Aaannnnggggghhhh ............ Nnnnnnggggghhhhh .................. Ooooooooohhhhhhhh ....................... yeesssssssss .............mmmmmore ............ harder ......... HARDER!'

The vibrator hummed powerfully in her spasming cunt, fucking her mercilessly in Susie's tireless grip, while the maddening tongue danced over her throbbing button. With a strength she didn't know she possessed, she pulled Susie's body round and over her own, burying her head between bronzed thighs. Hands gripping firm buttocks, she pulled the gaping cunt down over her face, sliding her tongue downwards to torment the large clitoris, licking up again to force her tongue stiffly as far as it would go into the body above her, flickering over the inner walls, thumb searching again for entrance to the twitching anus.

Both girls lost all semblance of control. Rolling over and over on the bed, hands and mouths moving with wild abandon over firm flesh, into sopping holes, biting and kissing in a frenzy, orgasming freely, love juice slicking over bodies, coating faces, no contest now, just pure animal lust as they gave and received pleasure in equal measure. Finally exhausting themselves, rolling apart, then coming back to twine gently together, cuddling each other, kissing softly, drifting into sleep. To awaken naked and apart on cold stone, surrounded by Miranda Bradley and her Legionaries.

It took some time to get the story out of these girls. Both were extremely embarrassed. Roxy Scanlon, expert manipulator of minds, saw it first. They must have been drugged by a powerful aphrodisiac, while at the same time their brains had been fed illusionary pictures of their room. In reality, they had probably performed for an alien audience. May even have been lying on separate tables, hooked up to some devilish machine throughout the whole experience, while tentacles performed all the stimulations their helpless minds attributed to each other.

If repressed lesbianism had been difficult to accept, the probable reality was a thousand times worse. On the one hand they could have been rolling about together in front of a bunch of aliens. On the other they could have been lying separately while filthy tentacles roamed over their flesh and invaded their secret places. Neither option bore thinking about. By common consent they sat closer together, arms around each other for comfort. The others seemed to understand and left them alone. They all had their memories.

'Right. Time for action.' Miranda Bradley's voice broke through the sudden silence. 'We have to assume that any of us not in this room are dead. Even if not dead, they are beyond our reach and I dare wait no longer. Who has the radio?' Lisa Marie who had been sitting awkwardly, arms crossed around her body produced it from between large breasts. Bradley took the still warm device and placed a call.
'Commander Corwin, this is Senior Centurion Bradley. This is very important. Repeat VERY IMPORTANT. There is only one chance to get this right. I want you down here.'

'You know the rules as well as I do Centurion,' came back the reply. 'I am strictly forbidden to leave my command without suitable relief.'
'I understand that. Please tape the following for the record-log.' Jenna flipped a switch. A full record of the conversation would be stored in the ship's memory banks.
'Code is Alpha-Zero-Prime. Confirmation is Armageddon. Please locate this code in your computer before I proceed.' What the hell? Corwin's hands danced over the computer, calling up the code. Only five people in the entire Legion had authority to use this code and Bradley was one. Even a Fleet Grand Admiral couldn't override an order with this coding attached. It would take direct intervention from McPherson herself and it said much for the trust she placed in Miranda Bradley. This had to be very bad.

'I have confirmation,' she reported.
'Good. Under the authority of that code I order you to do the following. First you will send a message to Fleet Grand Admiral Jennings. Signal will be max-priority. Under code-authorisation Alpha-Zero-Prime I order the fleet to this location. In three hours earth-standard time fleet Titans will totally slag-down the entire planetary surface. Action will proceed irrespective of whether any Legionaries, myself included are still on the planet. No other Legionary will set foot on this planet for ANY reason.'

'After you have sent the message, equip yourself with a jump belt and bag up seven, no make that eight we can't afford a mechanical failure. Bag up eight more belts and whatever needle-guns you can easily carry. Turn the surface-jump systems to computer control. I suggest you monitor this signal VERY carefully for the exact location. We only get one chance and you won't be very happy if you get it wrong. Set the computer to jump you here and then jump you back after a ten second delay.'

'As soon as you get here - drop the bag. Once back on the ship, give us five minutes and then jump all active belts out of here. If one belt fails there will still be a spare and we can retrieve anyone left behind. Now MOVE, Commander!'

TERMINAL

For Miranda Bradley and her young Legionaries, the following ten minutes seemed to last an eternity. They sat around the walls, with the comm.-link in the centre of the floor. No-one wanted to be too close when Jenna Corwin materialised. Mostly, they prayed there would be no gas for that short period. A sudden pop of displaced air announced Corwin's arrival. She appeared about eight inches above the floor, dropping heavily, looked around in amazement.

'Drop the bag,' Bradley shouted urgently. Recovering herself with a start, Jenna let the bag slide to the floor just as she disappeared. Air rushed in to fill the empty space.
'Right, lets move it.' Legionaries fell on the bag, ripping it open, distributing belts and guns. They looked rather ridiculous standing there totally naked but for thick black plastic belts. Not that anyone seeing the expressions in their eyes or the guns in their hands would have been inclined to laugh.

Minutes later they were back on the starcruiser and half an hour after that they looked once more like elite members of Aphrodite's Legion. Though they did wolf their food down rather faster than usual. And they were a little quieter, a little more thoughtful than was normal for young hellraisers such as they were. O'Donnell and Laughing Cloud sat together in silence, eyes downcast. They felt embarrassed, certain the others must be looking at them, wondering. They didn't even know if they were lovers in reality, but their drug-induced experiences had left a deep impression. They felt very close to each other, but whether it was a sexual feeling they were not sure. When they got back to Penthesilea they would have to face each other honestly and decide on their future.

Miranda Bradley came off the vid-phone after a long conversation with Fleet Grand Admiral Jennings. She had dictated a full report of the mission and Jennings totally concurred that the slag-down would proceed. The Centurion had also made another call to Penthesilea. Bradley called the Legionaries around.
'I'm very proud of you all. You all acted extremely bravely under the most difficult conditions. You can be sure that promotions and even a few medals will come out of this. Some of you will be eligible to command your own Cohorts, others will qualify for officer-training.'

She singled out Lisa Marie.
'Curzon, I'm putting you in for the Legion Medal of Honour. Not just for the way you stood up against those aliens but also for the way you kept things together afterwards.' Even black skin can blush. It's just not so noticeable.
'Scanlon. The same goes for you. You acted quickly and bravely to protect the Legion's secrets.' Another blush, this time more obvious on paler cheeks.
'I can honestly say that you are the finest group of girls I have ever served with. You can all go on to great things in the Legion.'

They looked around at each other. Was this it then, would they all be transferred out to different locations, would the bond formed by shared tears on that hellish planet be broken, as each went their own way?
'Yes, you can all go on to great things. Officer-school, command, special-weapons-and-tactics, you name it, the Legion will give it to you. There is an alternative though, but it may not appeal to you.' Eyes looked up quickly, hopefully.

'I've just been talking to Aphrodite. She agrees with me that the Legion has need of a small, highly trained unit for special-ops and she has offered me command of it. They will be the elite of the Legion but the status will be more than matched by the danger. It will be strictly by invitation and volunteers only.' She paused for effect. 'I would be honoured to have all of you with me permanently. That is, if any of you want to volunteer after all you've been through.' Six hands shot up even before she had finished speaking.

Two hours later, the huge black egg shapes of Titan-class interplanetary battleships loomed large, occluding the stars. Ravening fires lashed out again and again. By the time they stopped, the entire surface of that foetid planet ran like molten lava. Throughout the fleet, buglers stood to attention and from a thousand speakers spine-shivering tones sounded Last Post. Long mournful notes, which had drifted like smoke over a million battlefields since time immemorial called out once again, final respects paid to honour fallen comrades. Aboard the Titans all activity stopped, backs stiffened and more than a few eyes blurred. The final heart-wrenching bugle-notes seemed to linger on for an eternity, echoing deep within minds, reverberating throughout the universe, fading at last into infinity. The ships turned away and headed for home.

Deep beneath the surface of Penthesilea, Aphrodite McPherson listened once again to the recorded report from her old friend. She sighed deeply, then made a conscious effort and squared her shoulders. Her dream of using the Legion to finally re-unite a scattered humanity carried a heavy price. Yet more names to add to the Legion's roll of honour: Berenice Hurley, Constance Rivers, Donna Mortlake, and Elspeth Hardwick. Yet more young Legionaries fallen on a strange world; yet more young lives sacrificed to protect the helpless, not even a marker to record their passing.

But their existence and their passing would ever be remembered. Remembered in the Legion's roll of honour; remembered by instructors passing on the finest traditions of the Legion to new recruits; remembered whenever and wherever Legionaries gathered together to raise their glasses to fallen comrades.

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